A spring in her step,
a sight of vim and pep,
nothing holds her back,
snubs a life on racks.
She makes her own rules,
an enigma without clues.
She is limitless as the wind,
her flair for life is distinct.
She hugs the open skies,
without wings, she flies.
Untamed like the wild,
all conventions defied.
Lives life on the edge,
a draft of primal sketch.
None can govern her,
taps to her own whirr.
Seeks happiness from within,
with her soul, she is akin.
Lives without regrets and sorrow,
what if there was no tomorrow….!
Anupama Anpat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-there-was-no-tomorrow-3/
